I see no ground to make me hazard this.
Syrus. Well; if you dread this, I’ve another way,
Which you shall both own has no danger in’t.
Clit. Aye, prithee, find that out.
Syrus. With all my heart.
I’ll run and meet the woman on the road,
And order them to go straight home again.
Clit. How! what!
Syrus. I mean to ease you of your fear,
That you may sleep in peace on either side. (Going.)